The two hooded figures walked into the bar, shuffling along the ground at a slow pace. The air was clouded, and smelled of wine and cheap perfume. A rather talented Mogma was propped up on a bar stool behind his instrument, a piano that he masterfully keyed, sounding like a carnival in the gloomy recesses of the establishment. The hooded figures sat down at the bar, not looking to approach anyone, but to listen instead. Between the clamored conversations, a few voices were singled out. An old man was hunched over at the bar next to them, making love to his tonic and gin. He lurched forward, hacking and coughing for a brief moment before returning to his alcohol.

The figure on the right, closest to the old man, slid a rupee across the bar counter to the man. He never looked down from his drink, but clasped his wrinkled hands over the gem.

"Any idea where I might find him?" the robed one asked. He shifted around inside his robe, and found a blurry drawing on a scrap of parchment. He slid this, too, over to the old man. He glimpsed down at the paper, and, grabbing it with his hand, held it up to the light to get a better view.

The old man chuckled to himself before taking another swig of his drink. "It's a secret to everybody." The robed one slid another rupee over to the old man, who took this one, added it to the first rupee on the counter, and pocketed it in a small leather pouch at his side. He hacked and coughed again before speaking in a hushed tone. "Check the back."

The hooded figure nodded, and ushering his friend, got up and worked his way to the back of the room. He slipped behind the pianist, through some ratty backdropped curtains, and into a rather secluded back room. A trio of demons sat at a table, passing around chips in a confusing game of poker. The hooded figure walked up and set his picture down on the table.

"Any of you gentlemen seen him?"

A silence washed over the three poker players. One, wearing a dark blue neckerchief over his face, made a subtle movement downwards with his hand.

"'Ey, you cheeky bloke, whaddaya think 'ou're doin'?" another called, slamming his clawed hand down on the table. "This cheeky shit's got an ace up 'is sleeve, does 'e?"

The third demon began to growl, slowly getting up from his chair.

The first one, completing his move, quickly rose up from the table and sent two bullets straight into the other demons. He quickly holstered his pistols and began to turn around, when a hand caught him on the shoulder.

"Hmm… Quick on the draw."

"In this town, I am the law."

"Then what they say is true. Death does wear blue."

With a quick snap of his fingers, the hooded figure's companion threw off his cloak. Within a second, a laser shot out from his hand, creating a hole in the middle of the demon's forehead from the back. He toppled over, motionless. The first robed figure threw off his robe to reveal another robe.

"However, as it would appear, he fell." The masked villain rolled him over and removed the neckerchief from his face, staring into the hole between the dead demon's eyes.

The cyborg Bokoblin walked over to him and glared down at the body, his primitive mind incapable of rendering a single thought beyond "He's dead."

The masked man's pale white face bore no emotion, as usual. He simply waited, and before long, a yellow glow began to appear around the fallen demon's body. He withered away, leaving behind a small golden relic. The masked man picked it up and sent it hurling into the empty void of his robe.

"That's one down, three to track, and four to take." The Robokoblin nodded in agreement, awkwardly fiddling with the controls on his now-smoking arm cannon. "Alright, our work's done here. Let's leave, I don't want to smell this musty alcoholic infested rat hole on my robes later, and we've stayed long enough, wouldn't you say?"

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"I concur, now let's blow this alehouse to shreds."

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"Yes, with the bombs and the lasers and what not, have at it."

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"I don't care that you like Billy Moel, just do it!"

With an audible sigh, the Robokoblin geared up an explosive, hurling it through the curtain. The masked man smiled as he vanished with the bokoblin. It wasn't long before the establishment burst into flames.

"I'm telling you, if I were a fan fiction author, and I was writing about a Mogma pianist at a bar, I would totally name him Billy Moel. That's like the best pun ever."

"Groose, for the last time, will you please shut the hell up about Billy Moel?"

"No I won't, that's a great pun. Hell, it's the best pun. Better than all those shitty chapter titles."

Groose and Link sat outside, propped up against Alakai's stone abode, watching the sun set over Lanayru. The sky cast its dark red shade upon the mountains as the two friends look down upon the mountain range from high above, on top of the rock pillar.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from inside, coupled with a few muffled curses.

"What do you suppose that was?" Link asked, trying to change the topic of conversation.

"Probably Alakai trying to mix something again. He's been really busy trying to wake up Ghirahim." Groose responded, wiggling around on the ground, trying to get comfortable.

"Yeah, he said he'd be alright, so at least there's that. Alakai said that he's doing much better, and is almost good enough to return to consciousness again."

"That's a relief. We need him to keep helping us. No way I can get all those Triforce pieces on my own. Probably. I mean, if I were really trying I bet I could."

"Shut up, Groose."

"Alright, that last concoction wasn't going to work anyway, so let's forget about it. Fi, what other waking mixtures do you know of?" Alakai had the Master Sword propped up against the stone table Ghirahim's body laid upon. Fi hovered over her sword spirit counterpart, feeding Alakai information.

"Do you have any Woodland Rhino Beetles?"

Alakai looked over at his shelf, running his index finger along the labels until he reached a jar he was satisfied with. "I should have enough here, yes."

"Try grinding up two beetles and some hornet larvae, then mix it over open flame with a jelly blob."

"I've got the beetles and the larvae, but I used up the last of my jelly with the last batch of failed alchemy."

Alakai and Fi looked at each other and turned to the small Kikwi, who had been sitting in front of the fireplace, playing with a loftwing feather.

"Maybe the small one could… you know…"

"Negative. I predict a 0.0479% chance that the Kikwi known as Cheeb will be able to complete the intended task."

"Nonsense. I'm sure he can do it."

Alakai and Fi continued talking while Cheeb fiddled around some more with the bright red feather. Hearing the two voices behind him, he propped himself up on his small Kikwi feet and turned around to face them.

"What are you guys talking about?" Cheeb asked, clutching the feather in his hands.

"Oh, uh…" Alakai stammered on his words before exchanging a nervous glance at Fi. He knelt down like a gentle grandfather, softly speaking to his own grandson. "Cheeb, how would you like to go on an adventure?"

Cheeb's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh boy, an adventure! You mean like Groose's adventures?"

"Yes, but this one won't take two years to complete!" Alakai said. He looked up, stared into a non-existent camera, and winked.

"Oh boy, even better!" the small Kikwi cried with glee. He was now hopping up and down upon the wooden floor.

"Right…" Alakai said, trying to stall for time as he frantically shifted stuff around his desk, looking for something to give the "adventurer" as a weapon. In his frantic scramble, he knocked a golden arm brace to the ground. Cheeb, who was overwhelmed with excitement, didn't notice the falling brace coming down, straight for his head. Alakai turned, but he wasn't fast enough to stop it. Cheeb looked up as the brace came down around him, sliding down his body and getting stuck around his gut, like a belt.

"Hey, cool, a belt! This is like my adventuring item, right? Like Groose has his metal glove, and Link has his giant tooth that's basically a sword? This is mine!"

Alakai was sweating profusely. "Y-Yeah! Uh, you're all set now! Time to go an adventure… to, uh, get the Jelly Blob! Yeah, you need to go get the Jelly Blob of… Courage! That's it, the Jelly Blob of Courage! We need it to save your friend up here!"

"Why?" Cheeb asked, concerned.

"He needs the courage, so he's not afraid to wake up! He's having a bad dream! He's scared!"

"Oh, I get it. I can do this!" Cheeb shouted, leaking out a high pitched battle cry before running to the door. He carefully opened it, took one last look back at Alakai and Fi, and waved. He shut the door, preparing to go on his big adventure.

"Hey Cheeb, what's going on?" Groose questioned the Kikwi as he stepped outside.

"Groose, quick! I'm going on an adventure, I need a cool hairdo like you, or else I'll never be a good adventurer!"

Though he would never admit it, Link felt his heart melt a little bit at the Kikwi's request.

"Here you go, little buddy." Groose spit into his palm and rubbed his hands together, then proceeded to smooth out the little bit of fluff on Cheeb's head into a small, but definitely noticeable pompadour. "Alright, all done." Cheeb squealed excitedly, carefully feeling his new mark of heroism. Groose laughed. "That's the spirit!"

Link rolled a little bit and got up, walking over to Cheeb. He bent down and looked him in the eye with a tender smile. "If you're going to be an adventurer, you've got to be able to throw in a couple good attacks, you know? It's not gonna be a cakewalk."

"Yeah, I know! I got this, trust me!" Cheeb confidently exclaimed.

"Oh, do you now?" Link prodded. "Really? Then let's see it. Hit me with your best shot."

"You sure?" Cheeb asked. Link chuckled. "Alright, I'll try and hold back."

"Sure thing, Cheeb, just show me what you've go-"

Link's misbelief was cut short by a strong force, a punch directly to his eye. Link tumbled backwards as if he had been hit by a bomb, clutching his face in pain and agony.

"I warned you! Alright Link, I'll see you later! You too, Groose! Bye!"

Groose simply smiled and waved as Cheeb walked down the spire, off into the cold night of Lanayru.

Alakai and Fi were working on various alternate solutions when the door to Alakai's house slammed open.

"What did you give him."

"That thing that felt off the table? Oh, that was a power bracelet." Alakai was responding to the pained voice behind him.

Link took his hand away from his now-black eye, and Fi burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

Elsewhere, outside a smoldering pile of ash and soot, the embers of a fire that had gone out, but a certain Mogma could still feel the heat on his skin.

An official of the demonic settlement in the underworld flipped through some paper work before turning to the Mogma in question, who was clutching a jar close to his chest. "So you're the only surviving patron of the bar in question, the one that went up in flames earlier, correct?"

"I'm the only one that made it out alive, as far as my knowledge goes. Me and my tip jar."

"That just about settles it." the officer said, letting out a long sigh. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, chaining together the Mogma's hands. "Billy Moel, you're under arrest for arson and destruction of property." As he put in the handcuffs, the officer knocked the tip jar from Billy's hands. It shattered across the pavement, the money rolling away.

Billy watched as his hard earned rupees escaped his control. "But officer, I swear, I-"

"Anything you say can and probably will be used against you in demon court."

Billy struggled against the cuffs, but it was no use. He took one last look at his jar before the officer began hauling him away. He panicked, screaming, "No, officer, I swear! We didn't start the fire!"